Okay so first I dreamt a few things whose true meaning is a mystery.

First I dreamt that Critical Role was down a few members so while they were away a group of Hungarians took their place (Matt remained the DM) and an old high school classmate of mine (not the one I usually dream about) was on the team as well. But they never really said their names I guess cause it was Hungarian and English-speakers can’t pronounce Hungarian for Shit.

Anyway then I think a family member of mine died(???) as well but I don’t remember that part but then this guy, the classmate was like lying down on a bed in our old house and in our old living room and everything looked like it usually did and I was like, lying down next to him and I had my hand on his chest and it was Really Nice. And when he fell asleep I kept like wanting to be the little spoon but he never positioned the right way, so fuck you, classmate.

And then I was going by bus to this small town and I had my bike with me for some reason. I had some food in a small and cozy restaurant and I found out my next bus was coming at like 10:10 or 10:50 or some shit. So I went exploring in town and I met this girl now her name was either Jenny or some other folk-y idk name that starts with J and she was a policewoman and she looked like fucking… whatsherface… Ethan’s wife in Mission Impossible. Michelle Monaghan! But she was blonde and kinda shy and I was laying it on her Hard okay, I was Flirting like I’ve never flirted before cause I’ve never flirted in my life.

Anyway she was cute af and then as I was walking back to the bus station, it was night (which is weird cause my bus was going at 10 something AM) anyway and like I pulled her into this secluded area on the side of the road and long story short she was Feelin’ It. So then she told me she was in a band, like a brass band or whatever and they were having a concert the next day but she was so scared and being the good girlfriend that I am (we weren’t girlfriends but c’mon) I was like encouraging her n stuff.

And then this other policewoman came up to me and she grabbed my bike and she was like “this is my bike” and I was like no it ain’t and I tried to like tell her things about my bike that are very specific like noises the chain makes and weird ways the pedal moves to prove that it was my bike but nothing came to my mind so I convinced her to let me take the bike to the bus station and then leave it at like platform 4 or wherever my bus was at.

So she did, and by the time I got to this town square thing with my girl Jenny it was morning again and suddenly the whole fucking brass band was there and I said goodbye to her and wished her luck one last time and we took cute couple selfies it was CUTE OKAY.

But then I realised that this town square thing where the theatre was where my girl Jenny was gonna perform was 18.8km away from the bus station and my fucking bike had a flat tire.